Irritable Vowel Syndrome

The vowels in question being EU, of course.

I don't take the view that yesterday's Commons vote (111 for 372 against) was about as valid as the notion that the Earl of Oxford wrote Shakespeare's plays. If nothing else it gave the likes of Shipley Conservative MP Philip Davies the opportunity to state publicly:-

Our future prosperity lies in trade with China, India, South America and emerging economies in Africa, not being part of a backward-facing, inward-looking protection racket which is what the EU is.

In the movie As Good as it Gets, Jack Nicholson, an irascible author, tells an admiring female his definition of a woman: I think of a man and take away reason and accountability. That sums up what I feel about the EU - not Europe the place, but the EU, the Irritable Vowel Syndrome, with its unelected presidents and commissioners; its ever-growing budget which has not been sanctioned by auditors for nearly a quarter of a century.

We were deceived into joining the EEC by political liars. The same stripe of people are using the same blandishments to mummy us into nodding quiescence...build alliances, repatriate some of our powers, renegotiate in Britain's favour. Oh puleeeeeeaaase! Bruxelles and its eurozone sycophants have repeatedly said that the way out of the current financial crisis is even more centralisation - a European Union foreign ministry, a European Union Treasury: not more of the same, but much more of the same.

More and more our Prime Minister resembles Tin Tin, a character if I remember rightly created by a Belgian.